"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
«A small red ball that goes through the greatest of twentieth century tragedies to tell us of its experience...
Is that so impossible? And yet... Sam, a small boy who lived happily with his father Joshua and his mother Sarah, was given that very ball for his birthday and it became his best friend.
Then catastrophe struck: the Vel d'Hiv Roundup.
This Jewish family was taken, with thousands of others, to join the road to horror. After days and nights of misery in wagons only fit for animals, they arrived at the «sorting» dock. Women, children and the elderly on one side, able-bodied men on the other...
But the little red ball was there! Always. It carefully kept all the secrets, and brought hope...
When, years later, Joshua's own granddaughter Lucy asked him to tell her his story, the red ball was still there, on her pillow, ready to share the experience...».
Extract from the preface by Raymond Aubrac.
Il n'y a pas encore de discussion sur ce livre
Soyez le premier à en lancer une !
"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
L'auteur se glisse en reporter discret au sein de sa propre famille pour en dresser un portrait d'une humanité forte et fragile
Au Rwanda, l'itinéraire d'une femme entre rêve d'idéal et souvenirs destructeurs
Participez et tentez votre chance pour gagner des livres !